Chapter 5: Truth Serum?A Chapter by True MixerI made my
way home through the evening breeze on my skates. It felt great to be skating
again. I just wish I didn’t have to skip that race earlier. My friends are
going to be really mad about that. Strangely, I also wish I hadn’t found that
object. It was too suspicious for me to feel safe with it. Maybe it’s a part of
a bugger puzzle, and I’m an unwanted piece. It made me nervous just having this
weird…thing in my possession. I made it
home around 7, just in time for dinner. I stuffed the object in my pocket. I
turned the doorknob. It was open, thank goodness. I greeted Martha. “Hey
Martha.” I said. “Hey Dweeb,”
she replied. Dweeb?Where’d
she get that from?As if she somehow heard my thoughts, she suddenly spoke out
of the blue. “I heard it
from one of my friends down the street. She used the name on a boy like it was
nothing, and I thought-“ She slapped
her hand across her mouth. The object shook in my pocket. That was weird. I
guess she didn’t really want to say that out loud. Was that a secret? “Martha,
when did you get the time to be with your friends? Did you leave your duties?”
My father asked. Oh boy, looks like Martha’s in trouble now. What a breath of
fresh air! For once it’s not me!
“Yes I
did-“, she covered her mouth again. This was getting really weird. Is Martha
trying to get in trouble? Or does my little discovery have something to do with
this? It shook again. Silence covered the room. “I…uh…I’m
going to go to my room now. I’ll come down later for my dinner.” I said,
breaking the silence. “I think you
should, son.” My father said,” I think your sister and I will have a little
chat…” His mole began to pulse. That only happens when he’s angry… Oh no… I ran to my
room and locked the door. I pulled the object out of my pocket. It was glowing
like crazy. It started to gently float out of my palms and began to spin
rapidly in the air. It was like my own personal lightshow. I worried this would
attract my dad, but I remembered he was “busy”. It continued to spin and spin,
causing a mad racket of light in my room that I didn’t want. Eventually, it just stopped and fell back into
my hand. It was shaking, and so was I. This thing was both amazing and
terrifying me. I had this feeling it had something to do with Martha telling
the truth, but now it was like some sort of weird alien curse. While I was
thinking about all of this, I heard some
sort of scrambled voice inside my head… “WELCOME, MASTER.” I froze. I
had no words. My mind just stopped thinking completely. Had this thing just
gotten inside my head? WHAT IS THIS
THING?
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Added on June 9, 2016 Last Updated on June 9, 2016 AuthorTrue MixerAnguillaAboutHey guys. I'm Mark Mixer, but most people just call me Mixer. Uh... Im a little new to this whole writing idea, but it's something i love and i hope you guys like the stories i make. Stay tight. more..Writing
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